Thinking About You
I've been thinking about you, your records are here,
your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.
But I'm still no-one, and you're now a star,
what do you care?
I've been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
shit I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
when the other men are far, far better.
All the things you've got,
all the things you need,
who bought you cigarettes,
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?
I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?
These people aren't your friends
they're paid to kiss your feet.
They don't know what I know and why should you care
when I'm not there.
I've been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
should I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care,
when I'm not there.
All the things you've got,
she'll never need,
all the things you've got.
I've bled and I bleed to please you.
I've been thinking about you.